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He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His cock milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our last minute encounter. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his beloved Mary. I had no shame when it came to fucking. But such was not to happen except in my sacrilegious skinny dreams. Father Daniel’s dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and flesh of dear handsome, hot Father Daniel…his black robe and the cross symbolizing what was beneath his robe…as I already knew, it having been secretly revealed to me: it was a beautiful cock ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no idea of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex games. His dangling cross was the only dangling thing when we were together! Becky and I would take turns milking that wonderful instrument of pleasure until Father Daniel lay in an exhausted state having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school asian but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a sinful fucking machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious zeal. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty name before, during and after our fuck sessions and it all made him hotter still. One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘fuck sessions’ and Father Daniel whispered in my ear: “Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more time, alone, just with you.” His words sent chills through me. Becky and I petite were best friends but also competitors for the priest’s attentions in some erotic way. 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I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lick the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would reach between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was amateur a religious experience for me. I knocked on the door, it opened and I entered. I amateur stood and kiss her pick my clothes on the floor and off to my room. By mypenname3000 "This is Veritaserum; I stole it out of Slughorn’s stash at Hardcore the end of last term." "Steph's got quite the mouth on her." 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